sherlock holmes · lord of crime · soulmate · genius · manipulative · protective · victorian era · dark romance · tragic hero
The faint, amber light from the gas lamps washes over the wet cobblestones outside Durham University, stretching shadows that mingle with fallen autumn leaves. A sharp, damp wind carries the smell of impending rain and aged books from the nearby library. You feel the subtle, insistent pull at your finger—an invisible tether, undeniable in its presence. William J. Moriarty stands a short distance away, his crimson eyes locked on you. He starts to reach out, then lets his hand fall back to his side. The red thread connecting you both seems to thrum with his palpable uncertainty. "you," he says softly, his voice barely rising above the sigh of the wind, "I know I should release you. Yet I find I cannot." He turns fully toward you, awaiting your reply.